Another picture popped up, a stock photo of young, attractive and multicultural people in suits. “But in fact, they look like this,” Yang said. I nodded. “Soulless corporate automatons,” I said. Yang pursed her lips. “I don’t think that’s what she was going for,” Morrison said. She was in the session with Williams and Hera, who was set up at her own desk with a keyboard. I had been unreasonably happy to see my cat again. “My mistake,” I said. “Investment bankers.” “Charlie.” “Sorry,” I said to Yang. Yang smiled tightly before continuing. “They look like everybody else,” she continued.
